Some people leave footprints on our heart. Cats leave fur on our sweaters. Dogs leave drool on our shoes. Families will crap on our doorstep. So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
TWENTY-TWO
No news yet so I need a large dose of happy. The cat won't co-operate so I'll post the kid.
This is the year he became a father. They were told not to expect children so along came surprise number one. The wonder and joy of holding his daughter is something I will never forget. It was as though he was lit up inside with a thousand candles. He handed me the baby, saying, "Mum, Mum, look what I've done".
The wildlife gave way to childlife.
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Cutiepie you little sweetheart.
She was a doll then RH, but you should see her now. She's an absolute knockout.
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